Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Linda Raedisch, author of Night of the Witches, Old Magic of Christmas, and the new Lore of Old Elfland.
[caption id="attachment_16705" align="aligncenter" width="300"] The Rumpelwichtelbaum at the Viking Museum in Haithabu, Germany.[/caption]
When my editor asked me if I had any special wishes for the cover of Lore of Old Elfland, I told her what I didn't want: elves. If there absolutely had to be elves on the cover, I said, they should be well camouflaged, covered in lichen, tucked away among the roots of trees. Then I thought of what I did want: a tree, and not just any tree, but one particular European beech now known in our family
Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Linda Raedisch, author of Night of the Witches and the new Old Magic of Christmas.
In Coming of Age in Samoa, anthropologist Margaret Mead coined the term "postmenopausal zest" for the creative energy that seizes women once they are freed from the responsibilities of childcare. Coming of age in New Jersey, I noticed that some of my mother's friends, the ones with grown children, had started putting up what I have come to think of as "postmenopausal Christmas trees." No, they weren’t decking the halls with Samoan bark cloth, but instead of hauling out the usual toy trains and macaroni angels, they were buying new and sticking to strict color
Witches and Wiccans around the Northern Hemisphere are gearing up for Beltane, or May Day, this coming Sunday. Falling on Beltane Eve is a holiday called Walpurgis Night, which has long been regarded as the time witches would gather on a rocky mountain in Germany known as the Brocken. While Walpurgis and Beltane have similar timing and some common themes, Walpurgis Night has traditions, lore, and correspondences all its own, and happily, Llewellyn has just published a book devoted to this interesting topic: Night of the Witches: Folklore, Traditions & Recipes for Celebrating Walpurgis Night. In honor of Walpurgis Night on Saturday, I interviewed the book’s author, Linda Raedisch, to
Readers, please enjoy this guest blog post by Linda Raedisch, author of Night of the Witches.
Religion, for me, is a spectator sport. I often find myself gazing longingly from the sidelines, but the truth is that anything more intense than lighting incense or putting up a Christmas tree gives me the willies. If you want to send me into a panic, ask me to say grace. I’d rather hang back and take notes.
I’ve always been fascinated by household altars because, like most erstwhile Protestants, I didn’t have one growing up. At the moment, the altar that fascinates me the most is the one inside my South Indian neighbors’ apartment—for the simple reason that I have never seen